As previously mentioned, I've been polishing up my memoir about being a chubby, wannabe-ballerina looking for love. This week I finished going over the "completed" work for the...10th? 15th? 20th time? (I did start the darn thing 17 years ago!) Anyway, it feels pretty solid. Now the submissions have all been sent to agents, and an editor, who requested it at the San Francisco Writers Conference.
About two seconds after hitting "send" on that last email submission, I immediately started thinking about everything else I haven't finished, or fell behind on. Overwhelmed while making a mental list of what "needs" to get done next, I finally told myself, "STOP! You've worked long and hard on this! How about a little treat for the stress and work and lost sleep? How about some kind of payment for efforts that often receive little or no monetary reward?"
I've been cramming in writing time between playing Uber driver for kids, doing household chores and errands, scheduling doctor visits. working on volunteer projects, and countless other things we parents do on a daily basis. So yes, I WILL chill out and watch an episode of Scrubs on Netflix while eating a couple of my favorite chocolates from Ethel M. I WILL take a few minutes to do this blog post, and I WILL touch up my roots tonight, because after weeks of taking no personal time, I found myself picking up kids from school today looking like a middle-aged, beat up version of Peppermint Patty. And I'm pretty sure nobody rocks that look.
So yes, work hard, set goals, and reach for them. But when you've accomplished a goal, even a small one, no matter how much is still left in that "To Do" mountain, take a little time to celebrate, and to say, "Yes! I did it. Good for me!"
And as always, feel good about showing yourself some love.